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Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Thoughts consume your head until their definitions are such that they are beasts of different colors and they come for you like wounded butterflies in a controlled and sullen voice that makes you want to nurture someone, that makes you want to apologize to someone for something you did a long time again, that makes you want to just finally act on your attraction and not be such a coward about your own heart.


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